"Say any thing: at a moment like this it is my duty not to shrink from the truth. I guess what you mean."
He then told me the cause of my husband's arrest, which I have already mentioned; adding that the ostensible causes were so trifling, that they could probably be easily gotten over; but that the true cause, jealousy, was, he feared, not likely to be removed.
"But she left him," cried I, "left him as if for ever, and accompanied her new lover in triumph!"
"Yes: but I fear that he will not get quit of her so soon."
My only answer to this unwelcome truth was a deep sigh; and for some minutes I was unable to speak, while De Walden anxiously walked up and down the room.
"Perhaps you would go and see Pendarves?"
"No: excuse me: an interview between me and him must be painful, and could not be beneficial. The letter I had from him to inform me of a certain mournful event was cold; and though I answered it kindly,—for I thought of you when I wrote,—I was convinced that the less we met again the better."
"Then what can you do?"
"I know not—I could not save my friend, you know."
"If money can do it, I possess the means."